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Blushing September, honest as the night
Dewdrop kisses pouring over the skies,
Cobalt dreams, kindly inviting dawn’s light
Shadows of gentling caress and chastise,
Life’s beauty softens this musing, glowing,
Causing October a harvest so wise
As autumn breathes, in dancing leaves, growing,
Stirrings aflutter, soft, so amazing
Risking the past for the perfect knowing
Auburn and gold, sunlight’s gentle praising
Whispering to the heart, inspirations
Nostalgic bliss in nightly stargazing
Friendly dreams rise in blazing temptations,
Wonders stirring up the spirit’s keepsakes,
In hues so alive they breathe sensations…
Knowing without doubt, blessings aren’t mistakes,
Blushing September, honest as the night
Silent elations, honest heart who quakes,
Cobalt dreams, kindly inviting dawn’s light
My eyes fall on my dusty box of memories
it holds the eternal offerings from my heart
shared with broken-hearted lovers
these fragments of time
like fossils from another age
are taken from this box
to reveal themselves like stars
hidden behind yesterday's passing skies
where wishes left to silent flight
stargazing through changing times
still, haunt
when plucked roses fell to earth
and parting sadness was a companion
with each picture seen
my heart pauses to remember
the last moment of tenderness
the last moment of heartache
that cry watercolored tears falling endlessly
into my box
where my memories are kept
a reminder of another world
when life and love were young and vibrant
and passion was a fruit
to create memories with
Modern science has denuded
The stars and night sky of all myth and magic.
Knowing the facts in awe and wonder are no substitute for stories and legends of ancient cultures
To know that most starts are trillions of miles away,
Too far to ever visit is daunting and defeating.
It is humbling in the extreme, to know that our sun us one of 100 billion, trillion, trillion stars,
Out there in the unimaginable expanse of the Universe
One grain of sand on an endless beach stretching to infinity and beyond
How does knowing this help us?
How does learning the facts from science
That destroys all myths, legends and stories about the stars and night sky
Improve our quality of life, and our enjoyment of stargazing?
The answer is to revive the stories and explanations of ancient cultures
Who revered and respected the night sky.
Learning these stories and legends makes stargazing worthwhile and meaningful.
Here is an example from Australian Aboriginal Culture:
The sun is a woman, and the moon is a man.
The sun woman is a good person.
She arises every morning, decorates herself with ocha.
Then sets fire to the stringy bark tree.
Some of the red ocha drops off and falls on the clouds,
Making a beautiful red sky sunrise.
The sun woman carries the burning stringy bark tree,
Across the sky during the day, giving light and warmth to everyone on earth,
In the evening the woman comes down in the west,
She removes the red ocha and some falls off on the clouds
Creating the red sky at sunset.
She extinguishes the fire in her stingy bark tree.
Then she travels under the ground at night,
Back to her camp in the east, ready for the new day dawning.
The moon is a bad man
He refuses to hunt and provide food for his clan,
He is fat and lazy, and a nasty person
His wife and his son get so annoyed with him,
That they attack him with their axes,
Chopping more and more bits of him,
That is why you get the phases of the moon.
Crescents and half moons through the month
Eventually there is little left, and the moon dies
And stays stays dark for three nights,
Then he comes back to life, a new moon every month.
The bad man moon remains fat, lazy and nasty.
I started cleaning the attic, I stopped…I saw an old book.
‘Diary 2012…PS: Private – Do Not Open.’
I fumbled, through the dog-eared pages
All written in my unattractive scribble.
Pages bordered with crisscrossed drawings,
Each page; a different colour:
One’s green, the other’s blue-black.
Pages colourful… some with many pictures,
And some had less, or none at all.
Going to keep it? Yes, of course.
Then something fell, a paper… a very old one.
It looked at it…and smiled. Something I’d drawn.
With my friends, in our school uniforms.
I’m the one with the pulled back hair.
Then there were my teammates… each reminding me:
A night of stargazing, a swim in a beach,
All those crayons and markers...how we used them.
How all of us, on our own, took one colour and
Slowly, but steadily, coloured our dreams.
Luminary Visions
Automatic liberty for one who has been incarcerated
Technocratic synergy that evolved to be automated
Enigmatic creativity which is overtly animated
Charismatic sensibilities that are recognised and celebrated
Amazing grace just pouring down from a twighlight sky
Stargazing at space as the question of origin comes out as a “why”?
A blazing face hot in disgrace about to suddenly die
While the grazing poor are dressed in broken lace and caught up in a politicians lie
Miscommunication at the place of education while the illiterate learn to read
Defamation of the current administration as the population articulates what it needs
Condemnation of the newest correlation that is necessary to feed
Exclamation of fascination as the people refuse to pay heed
I can see this microscopic look of fear inside your eyes
If it weren’t so clear I would tell you that there is no need to hide
But I can only add that your feelings are always justified
There’s a place for you among it all that you can always reside
Sanctuary at the latest state to take a stand
Extraordinary instances as I extend my shaking hand
Diversionary distances that remove the people from their land
Luminary images that allow the vision to remain grand
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Clutter of echoing chirpings up my sylvan irreverent tune
detaching reckless realities carefully sewn above a sovereign moon
Velvet violin tunes arose to a bittersweet string of polyester prattle sorrows
1 2 3 4 5
afar wraith paths of escape
Timelessly stretching through thicket aroused breaths aloof stones
soft spoken soughing of a enigma fauna painted into woodland bones
Myrth crystal waves lost on the ledge of sequel crayons of tattle tomorrows
6 7 8 9 10
I enter the way
Stargazing Ichiko's hymns on the coddling abyssal of my reverie train
enter the arcane painted depths of my esoteric paint though celestial rains
Wine bonnets drunken on overdosed fabricated ebullient sunshine rays
11 12 13 14 15
I exit tolling doom
If a moon veiled aethereal heart would dare to venture runic gossamers
Exit hurricanes of eldritch swirls on a nostalgic chimerical polished casimire
Heathen tartaned nova deer in bountiful fruit baskets of wolves astray
16 17 18 19
entering celestial crypts
Tired realities howl through a seraphic talismanic engaging bracken shield
I see now what lies across verdant sunlight flickering Swiss Lyn orchard fields
Peach kisses upon a soft freckled hand through sibilant hushed vineyards
20 21 22 23 24 25
I remain
Sensing the amazing night sky
Always gets me pondering why.
Each part of our solar system;
Taking stock so I don’t miss them.
Planets such as Venus and Mars
Appear larger than background stars.
With telescope, I more attune
To Jupiter’s many a moon.
I note the absence of moon on Earth;
Its presence yields stargazing dearth.
Sometimes on a very clear night,
I spot a man-made satellite,
Or a comet or shooting star;
In relative terms, not that far.
I, by the zoom telescope brings,
See Saturn and its frozen rings.
Beyond sun, moon, and planets nine,
To take in more wonders, I pine.
To see stars in their locations;
Part of galactic formations.
Constellations—people did try
To find pictures in the night sky.
Like Orion the Hunter’s bow,
Or Southern Cross in latitudes low.
Outer stars of Big Dipper’s bowl,
Merak and Dubhe play a role;
Point to Polaris, the north star,
On Little Dipper’s handle far.
Little Dipper—part of Small Bear;
Great Bear—Big Dipper is a share.
Cassiopeia’s W,
Its five stars are easy to view.
Galaxies made of many stars,
Like the Milky Way, which is ours.
Million-plus galaxies to see,
Andromeda and LMC,
Whirlpool, Tadpole, more it is said,
Like NGC Thirteen Hundred [1300];
Cigar, Pinwheel, Sombrero, too;
More listed in Galaxy Zoo.
Individual stars appear
Though from us many a light-year.
Sirius, with “Dog Star” nickname,
Brightest star in sky is its fame.
Alpha Centauri—three stars tight,
In night sky is the third most bright.
Red supergiant Betelgeuse,
Celestial star version of Zeus?
Other heavenly bodies’ roles,
Include nebula clouds, black holes.
Though white dwarf stars are near their end,
Heat energy they still expend.
Much unknown about universe;
Big Bang’s energy does disperse?
Novas, pulsars, neutron stars, and more;
There’s still a lot left to explore.
For as long as man’s been around,
He has gazed upward from the ground.
To behold that beyond his home,
Pushed by innate desire to roam?
Traveling space for 60 years,
In man’s thoughts, and at times, his fears.
On each clear night, some stop and stare,
To learn more about what’s out there.
Good night my playful heart, waltz merrily in fairy dreams
Reveling in memories of beloved blissful blossoming springs
Engaging her wishes in music of gentle whispering winds
Ascending to ecstasy, eliciting elatedly what romance is
Traversing the night-sky, stargazing in her doting company.
Exhilarating in her imagination of euphoric utopian abode
Sketch for me what you mean by paradisiacal place on earth
Captivating sensuous desires longing to inhabit Elysium,
Affirm to my anxious world: fantasy never dwells in sorrow
Playing for her on keys of piano, pleadings of my eternal hope
Ecstatic to awaken me, when she acquiesces to call of love.
January 11, 2020
Poem of the day on January 13, 2020
Placed 1st: Great Escape poetry contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Placed 3rd: Strand any form contest by Brian Strand
Planned a pretty picnic, yet didn’t predict
Pigs begged - please eat us
Allocated table had laid out a feisty feast
Mince never been seen since
Rolled in crackling casing, their fatty flesh
Confused cuttings, garnish
New sensations buzzed about, fly nuisance
Neurons zoomed zealously
Hogs hounded by horrifying hallucinations
Leotard clad dancer retarded
Twisted vertebrae a violation, tongue flicks
Countdown to lard liquidation
Psilocybin sunny yellow yolk binds reason
Lumen shed no light of lantern
Mazatec ritual melted musk pink muscles
Slow motion mushroom sprawl
Mummified corpses crept out of deep crypt
Afternoon amber amplified fate
Fast forward formula filter, little pigs fiction
Scramble like crabs in a bucket
Baked brick brains, barbecued by voodoo
Vulgar misogyny bursts, a bulb
Blooms dubious blue in Voyria voyage void
Wolf at their door signals doom
Serpent slithered through halved heart rates
Shot of short sighted reaction
Spastic synapses jerk erratic, far stargazing
Scatter, decant into galaxy icy
Frozen bones form a crucifix in farmer’ stall
Fable of table where food served
Sustenance, except the hex that halted them
Bode their badges vanish in ash
21st May
A tatterdemalion
Demonstrates haste
has a bad taste
Homeless make tracks
Unashamed, I stay
If no signal fires a mental wasteland blazing passion,
Angelic vibes are only found through third-eye action
You'll feel less discomfort if you're into the ideal aura
Life is not naughtiness, disdain, nihilism, or oxymora
Be selfish, but invest your life in an act that can last
Before ceding to entropy, face qualms and hit aghast
Freedom is to be oneself without asking permission
Be caring and vest a mark—even if it faces suspicion
You are not bound by this body, intellect, or reality
You are unimpeded mental alertness and eternity
Prayer opens the third eye and links one to space
The spine-full mind travels across key psych places
These nodes agape consciousness to cosmic awareness
Divine corridors—yet eons of vacuity obscure fairness
Vipassana is being mindful of this staple life reality
Spirituality aligns, awakens, and merges life's vitality
Assume your previous assumptions proved correct
You learn you agnize less than you thread, in effect
With a third eye wide agaze, one can peer at foresight
When the truth appears, you will find out the real sight
Clear thinking requires the transcendence of cognition,
With a clear mind, hearing, and insight, reach fruition
After profound interior changes, you saw an upheaval,
Lucid dreams disclose our unconscious facts retrieval
Living with other-dimensional groups implies sharing
Your or other people's vitality isn't optimal or bearing
Wildflowers in the desert can survive without water,
They delve deep and trust that the rains will never falter
Altering makes us dance, as our hearts are dazing
This is a path to caring, inner sight, and stargazing.
Written: April 07, 2023
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